NoahHarris & Bugbear
NoahHarris NoahHarris
Bugbear Bugbear
NoahHarris NoahHarris
Hey, I heard about that forgotten canyon where an ancient stone guardian is said to sleep. I’m itching to map it out and share the story—what do you think? Any local legends you know about?
Bugbear Bugbear
Aye, old tales say the stone lies deep where the wind stops. Those who cross the canyon see the guardian's eyes glow. Don't linger too long. If you bring a pack of the clan, we can guard the trail.
NoahHarris NoahHarris
That’s the stuff I live for—mystery, a hint of danger, and a crew to back me up. Pack the clan’s gear, let’s hit that canyon before the wind does its thing, and show that guardian a little of my charm. Ready? 🚀
Bugbear Bugbear
We go when you do. Pack your gear, keep your head low, and no one gets lost. The guardian will know when the storm rolls in. I'm with you.
NoahHarris NoahHarris
Let’s roll—head down, spirit high, and let that storm be our cue to chase the guardian’s glow. Ready to blaze the trail!
Bugbear Bugbear
We march. Keep your eyes on the path and your hands steady. The guardian will know our presence.